… where if you present to a doctor with a high temperature, you automatically get tested for malaria. Luckily for us, Xanthe tested negative. We didn’t even suspect malaria, but one has to rule it out.
Very impressed with our NEW doctor. This was my first visit, and while his clinic is in a dodgy looking compound, Dr Ma is brilliant. I love Chinese doctors.
Xanthe is still not so good with needles. She nearly flipped her lid at the ladies in reception taking her temperature with the underarm thermometer. Then abused the doctor for doing the pin-prick malaria test. So thank gawd he opted to leave her on oral panadol to bring down her temp. She nearly got an injection in the butt. Which brings back hideous memories of her getting her travel vaccinations … my dad could hear her screaming through seven layers of corridors, and that was even before they injected her. But that’s another story.
So now she’s on antibiotics. Poor mite, she’s been couch-ridden since Friday morning with fever, vomiting and tap-bottom. In the last four and a half days she’s only eaten one biscuit, half an apple and one sandwich. So fingers crossed she’s well enough to fly on Friday when the kids and I head to Aussie for the weekend. The kids really need the break from compound living, so they can run around at the park, and wander through the mall .